Not a
rape ape, but the rape ape, the last of his kind after the
subjugation of the rapeforest. His people once graced the canopy,
their penile digits proudly grasping the vines as they swung through
the night, their hundreds of sweaty simian dongs trailing a now-fetid
memory in the rape ape's watering eye. As his ocular ducts began to
well with ancestral pride, so too did the countless meaty members
sprouting from the rape ape's every hairy inch. From his eye sockets,
ear holes, even his calloused toes, a penile font of cry-juice
birthed a deluge.

Harry
observed this with consternation, as he was tied to a table. Neither
magic nor supracosmic strength would free him from his bonds. Had
this creature access to an unknown material of deistic strength? Or
did the rape ape have a secret yet more baffling?

Harry
squinted so he could see the subatomic strings of the ropes. He began
tossing antimatter at them with his mind as a group of children
entered the rape ape's hiding place. They were well-groomed and
impeccably attired, and there were 5.8 of them, just enough to
represent an array of genders and races that would leave no one
unhappy, save for the Eskimos. They were on their own, as far as the
rape ape was concerned.

"Why
do you cry, rape ape?" asked child 3.2.

The
rape ape, unwilling to hide its greasy primate cock tears, hung its
head, and gravity coaxed the eye wangers downward. It tied them
together into a bow atop its head, to be pretty for its guests.

"We
are bound in this ligature of lingam, brother rape ape," said
child 4.6.

The
children surrounded rape ape, holding their hands, and began to sing.
Harry was transfixed as he watched the children, gently swaying with
the song, float skyward. The little ones began to orbit the rape ape,
who was convulsing as though stricken by the seizure devil. As the
song increased in tempo the childflesh bubbled and merged into a
spinning wonder turbine. The fleshy kidmass sprouted hair and groin
dribblers just like the rape ape, and sprayed confetti into skies of
past and future, setting the constellations aflame with the
opalescent of the perished rape apes. An explosion of color and hair
left Harry Potter alone and still bound. He thought about
sandwiches.

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